The moment he saw you, Josef knew he was fucked. Those eyes of yours, the way you smiled as you worked no matter the task…

Oh lord above, he was in trouble. After Mary died, he’d closed himself off to everyone except Lydia, his daughter, his everything. He’d sworn he’d never grow that close to anyone again.

And now he was asking for your hand in marriage, disguising it as a ‘charity offer’ to your poor family. Was it the most moral thing? No. Had he done worse for love before?

Absolutely.